"You better leave now." Shendel took a step back, away from Dragonus. The way he was looking at her, as if she was the most precious thing in the world, made them uncomfortable. Because it made them want more, more of this man who might be so very nice and lovely and beautiful, but was underneath them and therefore not worth their notice. He might be a mage of the royal court, but she was the princess.
"What?" He focused back to the present, out of whatever had been going through his mind. He realized how close they had been standing, the way he had been leaning towards Shendel, and straightened. "Apologies, my mind slipped elsewhere." He bowed slightly. "I will fetch you later, on the way to dinner?"
It had become some kind of routine, him coming by their room on his way to the hall.
With a smile, she nodded, pushing all improper thoughts about the most beautiful of all skywraths out of their mind. They almost succeeded. What remained, no matter how hard they tried, was a faint tingling in her fingertips, as if she had actually touched him instead of only imagining it. They took another step backwards, so he was out of reach should their treacherous body decide to ignore her logical mind.
His gaze lingered and he hesitated for a second. As if he wanted to say more, or as if he just wanted to look at her for a while longer. With another bow and a smile, he left.
Shendel breathed deep for a few moments, closing her eyes and trying to think of anything but Dragonus. He was so wonderful, she wanted to spend every minute of every day with him. But she couldn't. And so she forced her thoughts to other things.